Page 55 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

She screamed again as I bit down, her hips moving frantically against mine as her cunt devoured my cock, taking it like the good girl she was. “Are you gonna come on your husband’s cock?”

“ Goddamn ,” she groaned right as another frame fell to the floor.

More glass shattered around us, and this time, I let gravity take hold of my limbs, too.

Lyra’s back slid down the wall as I fell to my knees, my palms on her thighs keeping her well above the shards.

Glass bit into my legs, but I kept thrusting into her, captivated by the fluttering of her cunt and eyelids as she came apart in my arms.

My cock strained inside her, throbbing with every thrust. A thin sheen of sweat covered my skin as I kept driving into her, prolonging her orgasm—because yes, she was still fucking coming on my cock.

With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I smacked her ass, the sound echoing between the hallway walls. “Once you stop, I’m pulling another from you.”

Ly’s teeth assaulted her bottom lip as she whimpered, finally coming down from the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed. Her cum spread down my thighs as I slowed to kiss her. With deliberate strokes, her tongue sought mine—wet and hot and in control. Just like her.

She pushed a hand to my chest, breaking the kiss. “Promise?” she asked, and then her blissed-out state subsided enough for her to notice the floor. “Oh shit, Car. Get up!”

“Not a damn chance in hell, sweetheart.” I drove into her, snapping her back flat to the wall as my gaze wandered down. “This is me apologizing again.” I was silent as I pulled out a few inches.

Silent enough for her to question my choices.

“That glass has to hurt. You sure you don’t want to move?”

“I’m not looking at the glass. I’m looking at how your cunt takes my cock. I’m watching you”—a deep groan rumbled from my throat as I snapped my hips forward and rammed in completely—“take every inch like the needy little thing you are.”

Her nails dug into the back of my neck as her hips wriggled in my hold. “I accept your apology, now please— ” She gasped as my cock filled her again.

“You seem to forget how much I love the pain. Dig your nails in harder for me ’til you draw blood. I want to bleed for you, baby. Make me bleed, all for you.”

She swept her hand down to the floor and scooped up a small piece of glass, then raised it to right above her nipple. Without hesitation, she moved the glass over her skin. Blood pooled along the fine line. Judging by the amount, she hadn’t gone deep.

I’d imagined doing the very thing to her—cut her, lick her, suck on her nipples as they bled into my mouth. And this woman—my crazy, beautiful wife—was on the same mental wavelength.

“If you bleed, I bleed,” she said.

I smirked as she leaned back, pushing her tits forward as the small shard fell back to the floor.

Her fingers gripped the hair at the base of my skull.

One hard tug, and a color swirled in my vision.

Not the red of anger or the black of…well, more fucking anger, but this was all dark blues and vibrant shades of yellow.

“I love when you look at me like that, Car.” Lyra swept her hand up the back of my head, ripping through the strands until she came to the top, just above my forehead. Her pussy gripped my cock, and like pure magnetism, I thrust into her. The curves of her neck strained as she tossed her head back.

“ Fuck. ” I groaned as I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth.

The metallic taste pushed me over the edge.

“Hold on tight.” With her legs wrapped around me, my cock still buried deep inside her, I kicked the shards away, forming a bare spot on the floor.

I laid her down and pulled out, making her whimper until my tongue lapped at her swollen clit.

She muttered a curse as I worked my way down to her center before going back up, sliding over her stomach before ending right back on her nipple.

Her nails were like claws on my biceps as I slid back inside her warmth.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

” Thrust . “Pretty when you’re happy.” Thrust. “Pretty when you’re mad.

” Thrust . “Pretty when you’re about to come.

” I bit down on her nipple before moving up to her lips, brushing mine over hers as she made those soft, breathy sounds, telling me she was close.

“But the only one allowed to make you all those things in one go is me,” I growled.

“Always.” She nodded and pulled me toward her, sealing our lips together. I bucked my hips in response, and as her moans became cries of ecstasy, I bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood.

Her arousal coated my cock as I lost control with that same metallic taste on my tongue. Desperate nails scraped down my arms, and with a final few thrusts, I spilled my release inside her.

TEN YEARS AGO

I’d been looking forward to graduating for years, but my excitement over the date had always been because of the service I was going to enter.

For years, I thought I had it all planned out.

Dismantling those plans for a future with a girl wasn’t something I pictured I’d ever do.

I didn’t pin myself down for falling in love while still in high school.

Didn’t expect Lyra would be the girl who’d do me in.

While standing in line, waiting to walk across the small auditorium’s stage and accept my diploma, I couldn’t stop replaying every memory I’d made with her. Every day I fell harder for her. Every moment she stole my breath away.

“Hey.” Jared nudged me forward, snapping me back to the present. “Don’t forget you’re on stairs.”

“How the hell would I—” He caught me right as I went to take a step forward, actively forgetting that I was standing on fucking stairs.

Jared snickered. “You do realize there’s only like two hundred people in this room, right?”

Two of those people being my parents, and another two being Jared’s. I darted my attention to where they sat together in the second row.

Jared and I smiled and waved back at them. “I told my parents about not enlisting.”

Jared’s grin fell. “You’re really serious about that? What about the promise ring? You know, how you said you’d make a promise to come back to her when you were done with boot camp?”

I followed the slow-moving line up the stairs, and reached into my pocket, rubbing my thumb over the small, wooden box. “I brought it with me. We’re leaving tonight, after this is all done.”

Jared’s throat worked, hurt flashing in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? Where are you going?”

“A town over or two. Nothing far enough away for me to not come by every weekend and bother the fuck outta you.” I nudged him with my shoulder, hoping that would make him relax.

“You’re sure about this?”

“More sure than I’ve been about anything else in my life.”

“Shit. Okay.” We climbed another step. “Can I be the best man? I take it that ring is no longer just a promise.”

“Of course you’d be the best man. Who else would I pick?” I stared back out into the crowd, a warmth settling over my chest as my eyes locked onto Lyra’s. “Might be a few years before that happens. A wedding, that is, not me…”

“Proposing,” Jared finished.

“Yeah. Fuck. I just—I want to give her everything she wants. I want it all to be perfect, none of that rushed shit.”

Jared snorted. “Do I need to point out how you’re rushing to leave town with her?”

My lips turned down, my gaze shifting to my leather shoes before flashing over to Jared. “It’s not my choice to leave Alliston, but if she wants out, then out is where we’ll go. Together.”

We reached the last step, then the stage, and Jared followed a few paces behind me, giving me space to get my picture with my diploma before getting his. As we reached the other end of the stage, we took the steps together.

“She hate it here that much?” Jared asked, keeping his voice low.

“I can’t blame her for wanting to go. This town acts heinously toward her. The looks she gets, the rumors that are spread—”

“I like her just fine. Fuck what people say.” Our parents waved again as we passed by, Jared's mom blowing frantic kisses just like mine beside her.

“That right there is why you’re my best friend.” I clapped him on the shoulder as we made our way back to our seats, filling our row back up as the one behind us—the row Lyra sat in—rose to their feet and started their walk to the stage.

As we settled into our seats, Jared nudged my elbow and tilted his chin. “Noah looks pretty damn pissed,” he muttered.

I tracked where he’d gestured, landing on Noah’s crossed arms as he glared at Lyra like he could take her down with a single look. I’d like to see him try to fuck with her. “He was born looking that way. He’ll get the hell over it.”

“Losing a grand doesn’t sound like something he’ll just get over.”

I shrugged. “He shouldn’t have made a bet with me. What’s done is done. Besides, soon enough, we won’t be here to see him turn more sour once I give Ly the ring.”

Jared smoothed his palm down the back of his head. “Yeah, I think if he finds out the money he lost on your bet helped you buy that ring, he might lose his shit.”

I chuckled. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. Maybe I should give it to her early, right before the grad party tonight.”

“You’re still goin’? Thought you were heading out?”

I gave a noncommittal shrug. “I dunno. I’ll ask Lyra. I’m sure she’ll want to see you before we leave.”

Jared beamed. “Well, shit.” He leaned back, spreading his legs, bumping his knee into mine. “This is really happening. You’re really leaving and starting a life. Look at you, man. Who’d have thought you’d be the one to get married fresh out of high school?”

“Engaged,” I corrected.

“Same thing. She’s tying you down.”

“She can do that, too.” Jared burst into laughter and I hit my knee against his to quiet him down.